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After dinner and a heaping dessert of caramel mouse paired with chocolate souffle to soothe that sweet tooth of hers, Zhao Lifei locked herself in a separate room before Yang Feng could attack her. She brushed her teeth, took a shower, and was lying on the bed, eyes closed with a cooling sheet mask on her face.
Yang Feng crept into the room using the master key, his footsteps lighter than a feather, and presence like a shadow blending into the dark room where the only source of light was the moon shining through the window, the pale curtains fluttering from the gentle breeze of the night. The stars were out today, perfect for sitting in the garden, but here she laid, lazy and ready to sleep when the night had barely started.
